Tip o' Whenever I Feel Like It (Advertising) · 3:07am Aug 31st, 2012
I was crying in a medow, and then I saw something through the wet walls. It was a step. Not a fancy step, or a beautiful step, but a step none the less. I climed it. Another step appeared. I climed that step, and another one appeared. I climed so high that the world was layed out before me, and I saw things crying, and things suspended in the air were crying as well, but with fire. I looked at a glorious flame to my right, and then I stared. I saw a chink in the armor, and the armor fell. I look at a blue light, and I stared, and a mighty pedestal kept it afloat. Then, I looked down. Down in the medow, were I used to reside, was a boy, crying. I beconned him, but my voice failed me. Then I looked in my chest, and saw a dim light. With every inkling of strength in my form, I let that flame soar. The boy looked up. The boy steped, and a step appeared before him. He climed it, and another step appeared before him. He climed so high that the world was layed out in front of him. He climed so high, my light was a star in the fermament. The boy found a flame in his chest, and with every inkling of strength in his form, he let it soar, and it lit the world.
Don't be afraid to advertise yourself.
Always Sincerely,
The Music Man
